Текст песни Иван Кучин - Прощай, моя подруга

We are folly in life
And a destructive passion.
My wild youth
As a triple swept
And rinula, where blizzard,
Barracks and posts,
Goodbye, my girlfriend,
And you can - forgive me.
Goodbye, my girlfriend,
And you can - forgive me.

Snow falls on epaulets
Yes, on the noses of dogs.
Go with the step of cars,
Stages go to Kralag.
And where for the conversion
I know you will stand
And bag with oatmeal
In the hands of hopelessly compress.

In swampy delyanka
The ax with a saw sing.
How fate is Katorzhansky
Found their shelter here,
From the north yes south -
Around some crosses,
Goodbye, my girlfriend,
And you can - forgive me.
Goodbye, my girlfriend,
And you can - forgive me.

Snow falls on epaulets
Yes, on the noses of dogs.
Go with the step of cars,
Stages go to Kralag.
And where for the conversion
I know you will stand
And bag with oatmeal
In the hands of hopelessly compress.